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Competition

Hundredths of a second is a
hollow way to win,
the distinction wearing thin.
A photo-finish is a long way
from the human condition.

It's a far cry from the
informalities of being.
I can't believe what I am seeing,
as dissected by a stop-watch.
Listen to what I'm saying,

the arbitrary in conjunction
with the technical
is practically unethical.
When determining a winner
is mechanical

it goes against the Greco, they
would not have sub-divided
seconds. Races were decided
by an eye, if someone had
a stop-watch he would hide it.

Eight men hit the finish line,
they're crowded into half a second
and it's secondary.
The athletic wins when it's
contrasted with the decadent.